Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
It was hot…watching her touch me like I belonged to her.
She lifted her gaze once again, her lips slightly parted as if she was anxious for a kiss. Her fingers moved to the hem of my shirt, and she grasped the material with anxious fingers before she slowly pulled it up.
I read her desires and pulled it over my head. It fell to the tile of her kitchen floor.
Her eyes moved back to my physique, admiring the strength of my muscles as they swelled against the skin. Her fingers moved back to my sternum, feeling my chest and then my beating heart.
I watched her want me, watched her fantasize about me. I’d seen that look in a stranger’s eyes before, but it never meant anything until now. It was never so flattering, never so powerful.
She moved into me and pressed a kiss to my chest, right below my left nipple. She looked up at me as she did it, displaying the most seductive stare. Her tongue made light contact with my skin, moist and warm.
Jesus.
That was all it took. I was hard in my jeans and already imagining those little shorts on top of my shirt. I wouldn’t hit the brakes on the heat tonight. If she wanted me, she could have me as much as she wanted.
She could have all of me.
My hand slid under the fall of her hair, and I tilted her face to create the perfect landing for my lips. I commanded the attention of her gaze, and when I had it, I pulled her in tighter and kissed her.
Kissed her hard.
My lips consumed her at first touch, picking up exactly where we’d left off. My fingers tightened on her dark hair, and my hand fisted the fabric of her t-shirt. Our mouths were motionless as we felt each other, feeling the fire rekindle deep in our bellies. I inhaled her breath before I kissed her again.
Her hands planted against my stomach, and she felt my bare skin. She dug into me, holding on to my muscles like they were ridges on a cliff face. Her lips were as hungry as mine, eager for lips and tongue. She whispered through our kiss, showing an innate vulnerability that was so sexy. “You’re so hot…” Her eyes opened to look into mine, but they closed again once they were filled with a dreamy gloss.
My mouth devoured her top lip with purposeful heat, feeling the silky softness before I gave her my tongue.
She took it like she wanted it more than anything.
I wondered if she would take my dick with the same enthusiasm.
I gripped her shirt then pulled it over her head, loving the way it caught her hair and pulled it high above her head. When it fell down again, the strands scattered along her shoulders in the perfect way, like fresh powder on the front lawn at Christmas.
She was naked underneath.
And damn.
Small, perky tits were the targets of my gaze, rosy nipples that were pointed straight ahead. They were firm, perfect in their roundness. I liked all shapes and sizes when it came to tits, but there was something especially appealing about these. My hand immediately cupped one, my thumb flicking over the hard nipple.
She moaned quietly as she closed her eyes.
I backed her up to the kitchen island then lifted her onto the surface so her height was comparable to mine. My hand cupped the back of her neck, and I leaned into her to kiss those perfect tits, to kiss that beautiful skin that ached to be sucked.
She leaned her head back and gripped me as she enjoyed the kiss. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she dug her fingers into my hair, moaning and groaning like she was living out her ultimate fantasy.
I was her fantasy. She was mine.
I lowered her back to the surface of the island then tugged on her shorts as I kissed her flat stomach. My tongue dived into her belly button as my hands got the shorts to her knees. They fell the rest of the way on their own.
Logic was gone. All that was left was emotion, lust, desire…
I grabbed her sexy pink thong and pulled it down her long legs.
Her pussy was ready for company even if she wasn’t. Perfectly groomed and glistening with arousal, she was prepared for me, and she hadn’t even seen my dick yet. A nice nub sat above a pink slit, the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen.
My arms scooped her legs apart, and I bent down to taste that slit, to properly introduce myself before my dick slid inside. I cherished her sweetness, every drop of arousal that dripped from her entrance to get ready for me. Unlike most guys, I didn’t mind going down on a woman, especially when they looked like Annabella. My testosterone made me eager for every inch of a woman, from the back of her neck to the tips of her toes. In sex, I gave it my all, a hundred percent.